Post by Gabriel on Jan 28, 2011 0:20:19 GMT -8
-In all Chaos there is a Cosmos-
[ In all disorder, a secret order ]
Post 1:
Taxi drive to Greenvale.
I wait so long between my life updates on blogs that the update part of it ends up being shallow and imprecise because so much happens during the lull and I don't know how to eloquently get out the essential parts in an intelligent way. So I end up depressed and slap stuff down half-heartedly. And I was already feeling funny (that may just be the smell of this taxi), so let's see how it goes.
I'm frustrated with myself and my rebound infatuation. Dropping out of medical school wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done. I knew it was at least partly rebound from the moment that a career began to blossom. It's funny, I'm the kind of person who could spend months alone on some mountain top and not miss human contact, or even really notice it was missing, and yet there's a deep, stabbing loneliness in part of me that wakes up and sniffs hopefully at the air when certain possibilities of authentic mutual affection walk past.
I'm moving to Greenvale.
I'll hopefully get myself a role of sorts in the Art Gallery there. My new life as an artist is turning out to be pleasant and unburdensome. Which isn't a word. Haha ;D.
Greenvale is close enough to home that if I have a physical or nervous breakdown I don't have to fly halfway across the country to get home, but far enough away that I don't think I'd feel too harassed by family atmosphere. Haha, i was joking about the breakdown part. I'm fine~
Greenvale- from what i have observed from google- is attractive, has an excellent community closeness, has a beautiful park, has open, accepting people and a good police force. That is very, very attractive. Especially that second last part. I don't think I can take another whole year in Vancouver.
[ In all disorder, a secret order ]
Post 1:
Taxi drive to Greenvale.
I wait so long between my life updates on blogs that the update part of it ends up being shallow and imprecise because so much happens during the lull and I don't know how to eloquently get out the essential parts in an intelligent way. So I end up depressed and slap stuff down half-heartedly. And I was already feeling funny (that may just be the smell of this taxi), so let's see how it goes.
I'm frustrated with myself and my rebound infatuation. Dropping out of medical school wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done. I knew it was at least partly rebound from the moment that a career began to blossom. It's funny, I'm the kind of person who could spend months alone on some mountain top and not miss human contact, or even really notice it was missing, and yet there's a deep, stabbing loneliness in part of me that wakes up and sniffs hopefully at the air when certain possibilities of authentic mutual affection walk past.
I'm moving to Greenvale.
I'll hopefully get myself a role of sorts in the Art Gallery there. My new life as an artist is turning out to be pleasant and unburdensome. Which isn't a word. Haha ;D.
Greenvale is close enough to home that if I have a physical or nervous breakdown I don't have to fly halfway across the country to get home, but far enough away that I don't think I'd feel too harassed by family atmosphere. Haha, i was joking about the breakdown part. I'm fine~
Greenvale- from what i have observed from google- is attractive, has an excellent community closeness, has a beautiful park, has open, accepting people and a good police force. That is very, very attractive. Especially that second last part. I don't think I can take another whole year in Vancouver.